T his is the exultant city Which dwells securely, Who says in her heart, “ I am, and there is no one besides me.” How she has become a desolation, A resting place for beasts! Everyone who passes by her will hiss And wave his hand in contempt.
Ko te pa whakamanamana tenei i noho wehikore nei, i mea nei i roto i tona ngakau, Ko ahau tenei, kahore atu hoki, ko ahau anake: ano tona ururuatanga! he tapapatanga kirehe! ko te hunga katoa e tika ana na reira ka hi atu, ka tawhi i tona ringa.
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